i press my hands against his chest, wishing i could somehow be even closer to him. i hate skin; i hate bones and bodies. i want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.

“A veces, lo que me da miedo es lo que dejo atrás.”

“And there it is: Even though we’re standing in the same patch of sun-drenched p…”

“I wonder idly how long i can go without sleep before I flip my shit and start r…”

“Supongo que todas las despedidas son como lanzarse al vacío. Lo peor es decidir…”